June 14th
He laughed.
I've never heard anything sweeter than the sound of his laugh. Unexpected but welcome. At first I thought I was dreaming, he hadn't been home when I'd gone to sleep so I guess I chalked it up to imagination.
My dreams have been like that lately, vivid… almost too real.
It's almost like it used to be. Before. I miss him, it's getting harder and harder to deal with but I know I have to. More and more everyday I see bits and pieces of the old Zayn… it gives me hope. But I need more than hope. I need Zayn.
He has his moments. Sometimes it's like it was when Niall was here and then it's gone. I can tell when he shuts down, the light in his eyes vanishes and there's a void there that I will never be able to fill.
What am I supposed to do? How can I help him? How can I not take his behavior personally?
I know he loves me, I know he misses Niall. We all do. But not like Zayn. I feel so selfish sometimes because I want it like it was! I know it's not right to feel like that, I feel like I'm disrespecting Niall but... I'm being shut out and I don't know what to do to stop it.
All I can do is enjoy the few moments I get. I want to spend as much time as I can with him because I never know when that void will be filled… even for a moment. I want to be there for that. I want to make him smile. I want to tell him how much I love him and how much I care about him. I want to enjoy those few moments with him.
I'm just so scared he's going to lose himself because he lost Niall.
I have to think on the positive. I need to focus on the good. Like yesterday… we were watching a movie with Louis, I could feel Zayn watching me. When I turned to look at him he smiled softly, brushed a stray lock of hair back and kissed me. *smile*
That's what I want… that's what I miss. The random kisses, touches, the I love yous for no reason other than he couldn't help himself.
Side note: I'm gonna have to find Louis a hobby since Eleanor's out of town, I'm sick and tired of his snorting when Zayn and I get even a little mushy. :-P
Anyway, back to my point…he laughed. This morning he laughed. Maybe I'd just dozed off, maybe I'd been asleep for hours… I didn't know. It was still dark out but I knew it was well past midnight… I'd waited up, but I fell asleep before he ever came in.
I don't know what woke me, but I felt the bed shift beneath me and I opened my eyes to his sparkling in the moonlight that streamed through the window.
I murmured a sleepy hi and sighed contentedly as he slid beneath the covers and pulled me against him, cradling me in his arms, cupping the back of my head as my face buried in the hollow of his shoulder. It felt so good to be In his arms like that. Neither of us crying, neither of us upset. He just held me.
I closed my eyes and slowly succumbing to my exhaustion…. And he laughed. The last sound I heard. He laughed.
~ still hoping….
Frankie
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Dealing - zayn malik / 1d
FanfictionZayn's girlfriend, Frankie's journal entries as the group deals with the loss of Niall, Frankie deals with the strain it puts on her relationship with Zayn. Entire story is written as journal entries. I suck at descriptions so don't judge by this...